Jason Arment reviews the film The Golden Glove, an adaptation of a novel about serial killer Fritz Honka who murdered women between 1970 and 1975. (Strand Releasing)
In testament to the efficacy of Lars von Trier, The Golden Glove fell flat.
The antagonist is a manual laborer who frequents a scandalous déclassé bar where he picks up working girls and kills them. The usual behavior of serial killers who kill people and stuff them in their walls is present, and the audience watches a good deal of it.
Whether or not the thin story carries the gore is up to the beholder to decide, but I didn’t find it compelling. The House That Jack Built did it significantly better, delving into parts of depraved predation that civil discourse rarely treads.
In The Golden Glove, Jonas Dassler plays Fritz Honka, a deranged killer on the loose. A lazy brute with all the manners and hygiene on par with the lowest order of degeneracy, much in the same vein of the main character of Cormac McCarthy’s Child of God.
(The Golden Glove movie poster; Bombero International)
Basically, what I’m getting at is that: it may not be anyone’s fault this kind of movie doesn’t tread on any new ground. The modern age has spent many dark nights gazing into the abyss from which all these sick minds manifest and, at some point, there really just isn’t any more to dissect.
If, for some reason, you’re very interested in serial killers in general, or this serial killer in particular, maybe you’ll really enjoy this film.
There was someone sitting near me in the audience who really seemed to be invested in a weird way. His grunts, guffaws, and gasps peppered Jonas Dassler’s very apt performance. But, I had to ask myself: Where was he during The House That Jack Built?